Big girls don't cry.

the blood from my nose trickled down my lips off my chin and onto my blue sweater, as it continues to bleed with my mouth shut I let it continue to drip on my sweater ;only because my mind has wondered off into a dark place in this time I can't escape it until some one walks by and notice my blank stare and bloody nose. I notice how he tries to shake me back into reality but for some reason it doesn't work, he tries at it again and I'm sucked back into the pain of real life. the taste of blood lingered in my mouth, I react by quickly getting up and heading towards a bathroom. the deep voice from the man who shook me awake haunt me, only until I noticed him following with a tissue and a worry look on his face. I wipe my nose and gesture him that I'm OK and he turns and walks away. as soon as I get to a bathroom to wipe my face there it is ,those dreadful tears that I hate the most rolls down my cheeks and onto the floor of the women's restroom,and I'm stuck there puffy eyed and heart broken.... only if I knew why.....